... all announcements must begin with “Oyez, Oyez, Oyez!” and must end with the words, “God Save the Queen!” According to Carole Williams, who has served as the official town crier for the small town of Bishop’s Stortford in England, “Town criers love the aura of an audience. They love the excitement, anything to get the adrenaline going. But you also have to get your message across in a flowing, rhythmic way. If your audience is asleep before you’ve got to the end of the first sentence, then you ...
... mood” or the “spirit” in the room. You feel those who spew joy and encouragement your way. Likewise, you can also sense someone who emits negative energy.Jealousy and anger? If the room and its inhabitants were colors, you’d see right away that black aura in the midst of those rainbow hues. But you keep on speaking, hoping somehow you can reach everyone. Sometimes you do. Sometimes you don’t. Sometimes, you simply can’t. Jesus knew this as well. He was a master teacher. At the beginning of his ...
... we wear. So when Jesus tells us in our scripture for today to “be dressed for service,” he is not just advising us to put on our aprons! He means for us to change our attitudes, to change up our demeanor, to put on an aura of holiness. Paul uses this metaphor often in his letters: “Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience (Colossians 3:12).” “For all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed ...
... go past language.” Music has that wonderful quality that it does go beyond words. Feelings, which cannot be enunciated in rhetoric, are garnered in verse. Emotions, which escape expression in dialect, are captured in lyrics. Belief, that has an aura of unreality and mystery about it, becomes comprehensible and intelligible in a line of metrical writing. Since music “can go past language,” Paul elected to insert Christological hymns in his letters. In the first-century church, singing a hymn celebrated ...
... and compassion. People still came to visit the monastery from time to time. They would picnic on the lawn, to walk along the paths, or go into the run-down chapel to meditate. When they were there, even without realizing it, they felt the aura of extraordinary love that filled the place. That spirit of generosity and faith was strangely attractive. People began to come back to the monastery more frequently to walk, picnic, to play, to pray. They began to bring their friends with them. And their friends ...